A whumpee who’s been struggling with getting rid of an addiction they have is greeted to the whumper bringing them whatever their addicted to. They explain what’s happening calmly. Whenever they need food, water, medical attention, etc. they have to take one. If not their requests will be ignored, even if they are dying.
Daniel knew exactly what Legion was doing, but that didn’t mean he liked it. When he said ‘make you comfortable’ he meant ‘condition you.’ When he said ‘take your medicine’ he meant ‘take the drug.’ When he said ‘I want what’s best for you’ he meant ‘you’d better listen or else.’
At first he had tried to hold out as long as he could, but they both knew he was weak. He could last longer without food or sunshine then without physical contact, but in order to get it he had to take it.
Oh, and on top of that, Legion had his sobriety chips.
“I’ll do you the favor of breaking them one by one… I won’t make you take it if you don’t want by the time I’m done.”
Six chips. He knew that by the end of it he wouldn’t even care about sobriety, and Legion knew it too. It’s what he was counting on.
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The first time in nine months Daniel broke sobriety was over water. He hands shook, partially from anticipation and partially from fear, as he drank his cup of cold, clean water. After, Legion held him still, and injected it into him.
It was more amazing than he remembered. Curled up in the corner of his cell, he waited to come down. He knew he wouldn’t be able to cry while high, that was the point of the high.
“See?” Legion asked, getting down next to him. He pulled out Daniel’s nine month chip, and snapped it in half. “Isn’t this nice? Doesn’t it feel good?”
Daniel doesn’t respond.
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The second time was over physical contact. As an Angel of Love, he needed it like humans needed air. It was amazing he had lasted as long as he did.
Legion brought him from the cell, back into their old room, the room they would share again when the angel was trained again, pulled him into bed, and wrapped his arms around him before forcing him to, once again, ruin his sobriety streak.
“Doesn’t it feel nice to be back home?” The demon asked quietly, snapping Daniel’s six month chip.
The angel just laid there.
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The third one went to water, again.
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The fourth one was for food.
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The fifth one was for a change of clothes.
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“What would you like, Danny?”
Daniel looked up from the floor of his cell at his captor. He was shaking, arms loose at his sides, trying to warm himself up. It had been days since his change of clothes, he was going through withdrawals.
“I’m- I’m s-so-so cold.”
“Would you like me to warm you up?”
The angel could only nod. Legion reached down, and simply lifted the angel up before walking him to their room. Placing him on the bed, the demon pulled some blankets up and over him.
“You’ll feel better in a second, I promise,” Legion told him, turning towards his desk in the room to collect the last small vial. He brings the vial back to the bed, opens it, and gently pours it down Daniel’s throat. “Is that better?”
Daniel nods a little bit. “Come here?”
Legion smiles a little bit. It worked.
“Of course,” he said quietly. He slipped a hand into his pocket, and there he snapped the last sobriety chip before crawling in bed next to him.